Best Young Master

Ye Fan’s exhaling technique required strong internal organs and powerful breath.

Zhu Gang had practiced a lifetime of martial arts, and only now could he barely manage this technique.

Of course, this was because as a member of Yanhuang, he mainly practiced martial arts skills for combat and didn’t delve too much into meditation and breathing techniques.

It’s like how, in Wuxia novels, some focus on inner strength while others on outer strength.

Despite realizing he had underestimated Ye Fan’s abilities, Zhu Gang had no choice but to continue his attack, as it was too late to stop.

After dispersing the wind, Ye Fan didn’t pause, turning his hand into a palm and striking fiercely.

Intercept!

This palm strike looked casual, yet Ye Fan was utilizing the ‘Intercept’ move from the Ba Gua Palm.

The goal was to sever Zhu Gang’s Hand Blade attack.

“Snap!

Snap!

Snap!”

With the palm strike, Ye Fan’s muscles and bones echoed together, as if resonating with the air, creating an illusion of rolling thunder.

“Bang—”

As Hand Blade met palm, Ye Fan felt a shock in his palm.

A surge of Inner Strength came at him, but he shook his arm and stopped the Inner Strength from entering his body.

On the other side, Zhu Gang felt his arm numb from Ye Fan’s palm and stumbled backwards.

“Your strike resounded with your muscles and bones, your innards responded, giving off the sound of thunder.

You must have reached the realm of Postnatal Great Perfection,” Zhu Gang quickly adjusted his breath and looked at Ye Fan with amazement, “Since when did Ba Gua Sect produce such a formidable young expert?”

“Didn’t you say my skills were mediocre?” Ye Fan said with a cold laugh, making a swift step forward and pouncing on Zhu Gang like a tiger going in for the kill!